The weapon in Sauvignon Blanc is Tianwen, or in other words, it is a bunch of golden willow vines that are exactly the same as Tianwen, from the pattern to the standard.
No Sauvignon Blanc, broken willow branches.
Chu nightning looked uncertain, handed the bunch of willow vines to the ink, and then condensed the light in the palm and summoned Tianwen. When the two were compared, it was like looking in a mirror, and there was no difference.
No one expected such a thing to happen, and even Mo Ran couldn't believe his eyes. As a person who has been pumped by Tianwen thousands of times in his previous life, he would never have thought that Jin Chengchi actually Gave him an identical weapon.
what on earth is it
Everyone's eyes turned to Gou Chen Shanggong standing beside him.
Gou Chen Shanggong also looked very surprised, and said, "...In the mortal world, there are actually two wood spirit essences?"
Xue Meng asked: "What does the essence of wood spirit mean?"
"Ah, that's it." Gou Chen Shanggong said, "There are five kinds of elements in this world, and you all know that. Everyone who cultivates a spiritual core will have one or two attributes. And a certain attribute in the mortal world has the most talent. , is the essence of that attribute, such as the former Wushan goddess, she is the essence of earth spirit. However, generally speaking, within a generation, only one essence of the same attribute can exist - and the essence of wood spirit, now the mortal world already has , I gave him the weapon of the first wood spirit many years ago."
He said, his eyes fell on Chu nightning.
"When I was casting five top-level Shenwu, I originally planned to cast only one piece of each attribute. The other four pieces did not have any errors during the casting process, except for the wood spirit Shenwu, which broke into two pieces at the furnace."
"I said it was God's will, so I made the two pieces of willow into two weapons. But I still thought that it was impossible for these two weapons to find their masters at the same time, so I gave one of them to Ji Baihua and let him He's got a box in case there are bad guys. But I didn't expect..."
Gou Chen Shanggong shook his head, and was about to continue to sigh, suddenly, the willow vine in the ink burned a string of red fireworks, and the flowing golden luster began to gradually change, and finally became a fiery red. , the thoughts in the ink burning brain are chaos, without thinking about it, he said: "Ah! Hell!"
Chu night Ning waited to stop, it was too late.
So Gou Chen Shanggong and Chu Wanning looked at Mo Ran with pity, and Mo Ran quickly knew why they would look like this. In fact, he had already thought about it himself:
The first time Shenwu emits different colors of brilliance, it means that it has surrendered to its owner, and wants the owner to give it a name...
Unfortunately, it's too late. On the silver handle of Liu Teng, three vigorous and powerful handwritings appeared slowly—
what! Heck.
God Soldier "Ah! Hell".
Ink burning: "... ah ah!!!!"
Although Xue Meng and Shi Mei didn't know the rules of naming the gods, but they saw the scene in front of them, and they all understood after thinking about it. Xue Meng laughed so hard that tears flowed out: "This kind of name, only you can take it out, hahahaha, good name, good name. The master asked one day, you have 'ah! Damn', ahahahahahaha."
Now that the ink has been burned, Xue Meng and the teacher have also picked their favorite weapons - Xue Meng is a long sword, and the teacher is a piccolo, but neither of the two weapons has a different luster, obviously it is still Untamed, unwilling to surrender to the control of the two.
But it doesn't really matter, you can always think of something.
So they were in a good mood. In the evening, the Spring Night Tower Hua Banquet opened. Gou Chen Shanggong had never brought mortals to Jincheng Pond, and he kindly invited them to stay for one night before leaving. For the first time, he entertained mortals, and naturally he did his best. On the table and seats, the glutinous rice cakes are staggered, the cheese is sweet and sour, the drums and music are full of joy, and the guests and hosts are slightly drunk.
After the banquet was over, Gouchen Shanggong ordered the attendants to take the guests to the room to arrange bed and lodging, and to rest overnight.
When the guests went to the room, they were next to the arsenal of the gods, and when they saw the giant tree that reached the sky, the ink burned and thought of the "god" that he just got, so he couldn't help summoning the willow vines and looked at it carefully.
No Sauvignon Blanc, broken willow branches.
What did the fox demon named Ji Baihua notice, why did he say such a sentence, and what did he mean by saying this
After all, the wine was drunk in the evening, and even the thoughts were not so clear. He just thought it was very strange. If the Sauvignon Blanc did not go wrong, then why did Chu Wanning unlock the lock of the box
Of course he doesn't like Chu Wanning, as for Chu Wanning's deep love for him... It's a big joke.
While thinking about it, he looked back at the master.
Unexpectedly, Chu nightning was also looking at him behind him. The two eyes touched, and the ink burned and felt the heart tremble. It seemed that he was stabbed by something small and sharp, showing some subtle sweetness and sourness. Before thinking about it, he had already Chao Chu night Ning grinned. But this kind of spiritual feeling was only fleeting, and he soon regretted it again.
Obviously so annoying, why do I sometimes feel very peaceful and comfortable when I see him
Chu nightning described it as indifferent, but he saw that the ink burned and summoned the ghost. After thinking for a moment, he also called Tianwen.
He walked towards the ink burning.
Hell, it seems that his temper is not very good, and he feels the approach of another powerful wood spirit. It stabs and smashes with scarlet fireworks. From time to time, a few bursts and splashes fall on Xue Meng. It was a feisty state.
On the other hand, Tianwen in Chu nightning's hand seems to sense the same kind of breath, but it has been getting along well with Chu nightning day and night, so although it is full of fighting spirit, the golden light around him is not as restless as a ghost. Uneasy, but gradually brightened. Seeing that the master hadn't stopped him, he calmly became dazzled, as if he had made up his mind to let the "ghost" know what a good weapon should be in a stable manner.
The two divine martial arts were originally linked together.
Now one is fledgling, and the other has been through a hundred battles.
A handful of red light splashed all over, like a yellow-haired boy who was anxious to get angry, jumping up and down; but a handful of golden light overflowed, like a master at the top of Lingfeng, reserved and arrogant.
Chu nightning glanced at Liu Teng in his hand, pondered for a while, and looked through the slender eyelashes of the secret room and fell on the ghost. He said: "Ink burns."
"Master?"
"Pick up your..." The word "god" seems to be a bit shameful. Chu nightning paused and said, "Pick up your willow vine and look at me."
The ink burned his head and he didn't know how many rolls appeared. He couldn't do anything. He pinched his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "Master, don't joke, forgive me."
"I'll give you three strokes."
"I've never used willow rattan..."
"Ten tricks."
"But-"
Chu nightning didn't talk anymore, and a dazzling golden light was slashed with a wave of his hand! The ink burned and turned pale. His fear of Tianwen was really deep into the bone marrow. He immediately raised his hand and raised a branch and blocked it with "go to hell". Fight, the friction burst into a string of gold and red sparks!
Although I haven't learned how to use this special weapon, I may have watched Chu Wanning's moves for a long time. Mo Ran is a talented person, and he can barely resist Chu Wanning's offensive.
The two fought in the cold pool for dozens of rounds. Although Chu nightning had released water, the ink burning was excellent, and it was beyond his expectations.
The golden color of Tianwen and the hellish red waved into the wind in the sky and the waves, the moves were gorgeous, the wind shadow was brilliant, the lake water was torn apart and torn by the fierce vine shadow - in the end, the golden color and the red were entangled in one place, evenly matched and inseparable. !
Chu night Ning's eyes showed appreciation, but Mo Ran was already tired of parrying, tired and gasping, and he didn't see the look in the eyes of the other party.
Chu nightning said: "Tianwen, come back."
The golden willow vines, which were still ruthless and hard just now, were suddenly soft, like Xuan Bing turned into spring water, scattered with a little spot of light, and melted back into the palm of Chu Wanning tamely.
The ink burning persistence is still bursting with the blazing flames, and after a while, he simply sat on the snow, his brows and eyes were full of grievances: "Don't play, don't play, Master, you bully people."
Chu nightning: "... You have made ten moves."
The ink burned rogue and shouted: "Where are ten strokes enough? You let me have a hundred strokes. Oh, my hand, my arm, is going to be broken. Teacher, teacher, help me rub it." He generally said a lot of words, accompanied by Xue Meng's ridicule and the teacher's persuasion.
Chu nightning didn't say more, just glanced at them quietly.
I don't know if it was an illusion. In the cold water of the clear water, the corners of Chu nightning's mouth were slightly rubbed, and it seemed to bring a touch of soft smile marks, but it was just a flash of the gods, and he turned his head randomly and looked at Wan Wan with his hands. The giant tree in the heart of the house, which was hanging down, didn't know what he was thinking.
It was night, and the ink burned in the room that belonged to him. The room was covered with soft and pure white sand, the walls were painted blue, and the magic spell was cast, reflecting the sparkling light like sea water, the windows were half open, and the pearl curtains Gently hanging in the evening breeze, a lamp made of night pearls lit up on the table, which illuminated the room warmly and soothingly.
In the very center of the room was a large shell covered with soft satin. The satin was very delicate and soft, the ink burned on the bed and lay down comfortably, and he summoned the ghost, holding it in his hand and couldn't stop looking at it, but he might be too tired, and he fell asleep before he played for too long.
The hell pressed on his chest, with a faint red light flowing, as if he also fell into a deep sleep with the master...
I didn't know how long I slept in this sleep, and when I woke up again, the first thing I felt was a cold, followed by a strong pain inexplicably on my wrist.
He gasped, covered his head, and sat up slowly. The return of consciousness made the unfamiliar pain on his wrist even more vivid. He was shocked to find that a cut had been made on his wrist at some point, and the blood had solidified. Evil blood cocoon.
what happened
-This is where? ? !
The ink burned and opened his eyes.
He gradually woke up and found that he was in a completely unfamiliar dark stone room. There was a small ventilation opening on the top of the stone room. The cold lake light squeezed in through this small opening, barely illuminating the narrow room that was less than 10 feet tall. , the blue-gray stone walls are damp and slippery, glowing with a thin luster in the weak light.
The author has something to say:
The chatter bag presents today's small theater with both hands:
Meat Bun: One day, everyone in the world of self-cultivation obtained a mysterious instrument called "Van Dove Brahma", and wrote their name on it. It is said that you can see the ravings from the distant western sky.
God: speak human words! !
Meat Bun: Google input character name, double click to view English translation 666
So I did the following spoof experiment -
Chu nightning: chu night rather (it can be said to be stupid b ha ha ha ha ha)
Xue Meng: xue meng (congratulations to the young man for escaping)
Teacher: teacher ignorant (… I’m sorry I laughed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha he is a teacher ignorant
Ink burning: ink burning (actually fascinated)
Xue Zhengyi: xue zheng yong (I know, the surname Xue gave Google money)
So let's try the teacher's original name. Remember that his original name was Xue Ya
Xue Ya: xue ah (yes, I think Xue slept with Google)
There are also two supporting characters who have announced their names and are still lying in the character column. Come and try
Mei Hanxue: may contain snow (contain you bastard!!!)
Ye Wangxi: ye fot the past (…I admire mitosis already)
In the end, I thought, Xue Meng's mother, Mrs. Wang, should be safe to translate, right
Then…
Mrs. Wang: mrs. wang
It seems that there is nothing wrong, but for some reason, I seem to see the figures of Li Lei and Han Meimei in the English textbook... Hold the forehead...